The next morning Minha's once wounded leg was now fully healed. There was no sign that she had once had an injury.   It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and there was no sight of clouds. Minha was at the local market at the small village, buying some food and cloths. People in the town gazed at Minha as she passed by them but didn't really care much to ask. She could already tell that most of the people kept to themselves.   Gazing at the fresh fruit in front of her, Minha grabbed two apples and showed the elderly women. "How much are these?" The elderly women gazed at Minha's face before a small smile formed on her lips.   "You must be new here?" She asked as she griped Minha's wrist. Just by the slightest contact, Minha could feel her energy moving towards the elderly lady and her lugs grow heavy. The elderly women didn't notice the change but for Minha it was like being hit in the chest really hard.    Minha smiled and nodded her head. "Yes" she whispered. The lady behind the table shook her wrist, laughing as she did so. "It's so rare for us to get visitors. Usually it's people that have been kicked out of their old village"   The lady warmly smiled at Minha, before her eyes flickered back to the apples. "OH! I'm so sorry, I always seem to go off track when I meet new people" smiling Minha shook her head. "It's fine. It's nice to meet someone here" nodding her head, the lady placed the apples into a basket. " the apples